Father, o father!
Why do you despair so?
So what if your income keeps dwindling
Your woes continue to grow!
Father, o father!
Why do you contemplate suicide?
Your job is to grow for nation
Think not of your family’s cries!
Father, o father!
Why don’t you till your fields?
Though gathered at the gates of the capital
Lie ignored the hand that feeds!
Father, o father!
The laws are for your own good
So what if the provider to others
Goes to bed without food!
Father, o father
Why with the government do you fight?
Your job is to till, till your death
Do your duty don’t ask for your rights!
Father, o father
How come you are dressed so well?
Where did you learn to speak English
Why don’t of dirt and sweat you smell?
Father, o father
How do you survive the biting cold?
The fire that rages in your hearts
Is raring to finally explode!
Father, o father!
Why are you invisible to the common man?
His nose is buried in the humdrum of living
He forgets to matter as man!
~Punam Sharma
India
Well penned.
Thanks so much!
Congratulations Punam. That’s a great poem. :-)
So touching Punam my dear! Congratulations!! 😊 🤗❤️🥰